( quentin's body burns molten under the cooler press of danny's hands. normally, he's the one that runs hot, but after leaving the castle he'd walked into the woods straight into the nearest stream, baptised himself head-to-toe as if knife-icy water alone could flay the duchess and her meticulous handiwork from his dna, leave him clean and ready for the entity to retake.
he licks at the marks he leaves behind, dented deep in quentin's creamy skin. his thighs spread, hips canting and pushing forward until he's kneeling in the mud alongside quentin, bullying into his personal space, their faces level. )
You thought I'd leave you? I'd never fuckin' leave you.
( that's not how this works. no one leaves. no one walks away — from him, from him, from him. he decides when this shit is over, he decides when someone has had enough. especially now. especially here, with no one left to stop him, no one left to pull him back by the reins and tell him down, boy. danny cups quentin's jaw between his thumb and index fingers, kisses his way into his sweet pink mouth.
romantic, promising, threatening, between lingering kisses, meaner nips to his bottom lip: ) You're never getting away from me.
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he licks at the marks he leaves behind, dented deep in quentin's creamy skin. his thighs spread, hips canting and pushing forward until he's kneeling in the mud alongside quentin, bullying into his personal space, their faces level. )
You thought I'd leave you? I'd never fuckin' leave you.
( that's not how this works. no one leaves. no one walks away — from him, from him, from him. he decides when this shit is over, he decides when someone has had enough. especially now. especially here, with no one left to stop him, no one left to pull him back by the reins and tell him down, boy. danny cups quentin's jaw between his thumb and index fingers, kisses his way into his sweet pink mouth.
romantic, promising, threatening, between lingering kisses, meaner nips to his bottom lip: ) You're never getting away from me.